He focused on her with those grayish-blue eyes and she was lost in them. She felt this craving for Zeke and wanted him to never leave her side. It was impossible to hope for that. She should enjoy these moments. Who knew what tomorrow would bring?
“Okay. We’ll start with your toes.”
“My toes?” He laughed.
She squatted down and poked at the top of his feet, looking way up at him. “How’s that feel? On a scale of one to ten, totally repulsive or best experience of your life?”
“Hmm … hard to tell. Go back to my big toe again.” He squinted down at her and she loved that he could tease so well with her.
She jiggled his big toe through his sock. She’d get serious soon, but she loved making him smile.
“You know that is kind of disgusting, right?” he asked.
“Hey, this is for research. Can you please answer the question? One to ten.”
“About a three,” he said, then he grinned at her.
“Hmm.” She pretended to write on a clipboard. “Doesn’t love his feet touched but not completely repulsed. No foot rubs for Rambo. Got it.”
“That was a foot rub?” he asked.
“No, not even close.” She winked and straightened.
“We could try a foot rub,” he suggested.
“Don’t get pushy now. Maybe later, if you behave.”
He laughed.
Mia bent down and ran her hands over both of his knees, then around the backs of his calves. She savored the feel of his muscular calves under her palms and fingertips. They were lovely. He let out a little grunt as she massaged his calf muscles.
She looked up. “One to ten please, sir?”
He arched an eyebrow, his blue eyes full of her. “I’d say probably a … six.”
Score one for her. “Oh. Hmm. Likes his legs being touched. Got it.”
She straightened and settled her hands on his waist. His very toned, very nice waist. She slid her hands around his lower back. It was taut and firm and felt incredible. She slowly moved back to the sides of his abdomen, shocked by the steepled muscles of his obliques. What did he do for workouts? She softly touched the contours along his sides and he let out a groan that made her insides heat. “Those are lovely,” she admitted. “Really, really lovely.” She was touching his muscles through his shirt, and she really wanted to keep touching them.
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“What kind of workout do you do? Boot camp?”
He laughed, and she forced herself to move her hands to his lower back before she explored any more of his abdominal muscles.
“I’ve definitely done boot camp.”
She ran her hands up and down his lower back and then massaged his lower back while she stared into his eyes, a very true blue at the moment. “So, one to ten on our touching scale?”
“What was it again?” He arched his eyebrows. “Totally repulsive to best experience of my life?”
“Yes, that’s the scale.”
“So what would—made me heat up from the inside out—be? An eight?”
Her pulse skyrocketed again. “I guess an eight could work for … that description.” She pulled her hands off his back and pretended to make some notes again. Then she looked his huge, fit body over and tried to think where she should touch next. She may have put herself in too deep on this one.
“Can you put your arms out wide for me?” she asked.